In the bottomless ravine, mist obscured everything; you could not see your hand in front of your face.
Two shadows floated up from within. Electric Arcs flashed along the cliff face as the Nebuchadnezzar and Icarus silently lurked one behind the other, passing through the great rift in the canyon and reaching the edge of the "Power Plant."
This was not Russell's style. He was a mage, good at facing enemies head-on, not at stealthy assassinations.
Besides, even assassins rarely played the honest sneaking game these days.
Outdated assassination techniques had been mercilessly eliminated by the times. Real assassins knew that stealth meant killing everyone who saw them...
No, real assassins killed everyone they saw.
A great deal of valuable historical documentation showed that honest people dressed in black for stealth missions were generally captured on the spot, and their fates were miserable.
The two hovercraft had important, irreplaceable missions. Otherwise, Russell would have shot into the sky long ago and used the tactics he was best at.
The thin fog was hazy. The surface never saw sunlight year-round, the temperature was frighteningly low, and no one could say for certain what the fog was actually made of.
As they neared the Power Plant, they could see countless metal towers rising beneath the darkness from afar. Blue Electric Arcs occasionally coursed across the enormous cylinders, following some preset pattern.
Before the Power Plant stood rows upon rows of "fruit trees" cultivated by robots. The red fruit teemed with life, each one containing a human embryonic fetus.
When the humans in the Power Plant's cultivation chambers died, the robots responsible for raising them harvested the ripe fruit and replaced them with newborn infants.
The corpses were melted down into nutrient fluid, achieving another form of the cycle of life.
Naturally, there